I instinctively tried to bolt, but a hand shot out from the doorway and grabbed my arm in an iron grip.
“What’s the rush? Are you feeling guilty? I saw you come back with that doctor.”
Jack yanked me inside like I was nothing but a rag doll, then tossed me onto the sofa. Pain shot through my back as my bones slammed into the hard edge of the couch.
He ignored my pain expression.
"Spit it out. When did it start? How far have you gone with him?" His voice dripped with icy anger as he braced his arms on either side of me.
“I told you, he’s just my therapist!” I snapped, my frustration bubbled inside of me as I kicked wildly at him. I was too desperate wanting to escape his suffocating presence.
Jack's expression darkened. He reached for my arm, ready to pin me down, but froze when he saw the dark bruises staining my skin.
